Randal Poe: [Lying face down on a massage table thinking the masseuse is still massaging him, not knowing that Chance is] Oh yeah baby Chance Boudreaux: Hello Poe! Randal Poe: [Making a startled rise from the table] What the fuck? Chance Boudreaux: [Slamming Poe's face down into the head rest] You miss me? Randal Poe: Oh Christ not again! Chance Boudreaux: It looks like you're short an ear, so you better listen very carefully. Now, who sent those apes after me? Randal Poe: [Squirming in pain] I dont know what you're talking about Chance Boudreaux: [Pushes Poe's head harder into the head rest] Two million people in this city, who's gonna miss a fat slob like you? Randal Poe: Van Cleef! His name is Van Cleef! Chance Boudreaux: Good boy, where is he? Randal Poe: I dont know where he lives, he ain't even American! Look he'll kill me if I dont do what he says, please... Chance Boudreaux: [Again pushes his head further into the head rest] You tell your boyfriend Van Cleef that im going to find out who killed Douglas Binder. If you understand me, just grunt Randal Poe: [Grunts hesitantly] Chance Boudreaux: Again [pushes his head even harder in the head rest]

Emil Fouchon: You see, Miss Binder, you I can understand. It was a matter of family. [to Boudreaux] Emil Fouchon: You had *nothing* in common with those people. What made you want to complicate my life like that? Chance Boudreaux: Poor people get bored, too.

[last lines; after Fouchon stabbed Douvee with an arrow] Chance Boudreaux: [shakes him] Douvee! Douvee! Douvee: [opens his eyes] What is this noise? [they help him sit up] Douvee: I think I hurt pretty bad. [He takes his flask out of his breast pocket, which has a hole punched in it] Douvee: Now this... this real catastrophe! This real bad! Chance Boudreaux: Yeah, real bad.